Numbering The Stars by Sweet Imperfection
It’s like numbering the stars, counting the same ones over and over again.
Stop trying so hard, pressing to just get the feeling that he’s there.
Shut those eyes, open your arms wide,
Then let him be the one to find you
Don’t speak a word, he’s already right in front of you.
Stop perfecting every move like you did something wrong
Then maybe you’ll hear the trees breathe where
He’s calling out to you to come and walk with him
Against the wind, swim together in the waves
His presence will bring you back to life
Just let him be there
No need to prove his existence
You know these blue skies were colored for you.
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